Food Fantasy One-Shots

A Deal (Boston Lobster x!FoodSoul! Reader)

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(I had fun writing this, I hope y'all enjoy it!)

With a deep cut wound on your side, you watched helplessly as Boston Lobster approached your Master Attendant.

"Stop... Boston, don't hurt them." You called out, clutching your side and trying to stop the blood flow.

He glanced back at you with a cold gaze before he scoffed, "Don't hurt them," he imitated your words with a mocking tone. "What have they ever done for us? They deserve all of this." He delivered a swift kick to your Master Attendant's gut, making them curl up into the fetal position as they let out a grunt of pain.

"They're nothing without us food souls around." He said with a smirk as he wrapped his hand around their throat, lifting them off the ground. "Why do you continue to serve them?" he asked you while your Master Attendant squirmed, trying to get away from him.

Slowly getting back up, you leaned against a nearby tree with your arm wrapped around yourself. "Because not all Master Attendants are the same! Some of them treat us well you know!" You exclaimed angrily and raised your weapon, aiming it at him. "Now let them go..."

Boston Lobster tightened his hold around their neck and turned around to face you. "Make me then. Touch me with your weapon, and I'll snap their neck." Your angered expression quickly changed to one of worry as you lower your weapon, you can't risk Master Attendant's life. "...Tell me, what's so special about this one human?" he asked you as he slowly made his way towards you.

No words came out of your mouth. You were starting to feel light-headed from your wound, and the situation you were in right now wasn't helping with that feeling. "Answer me." He growled out, using his other hand to grab you by the neck. "What is so special about this human when all they ever do is command you?"

"Let... go of her/him." He cut off your Master Attendant words by throwing them against a nearby tree hard. It wasn't hard enough to kill them though.

His cold eyes continued to bore into your own as he lifted you up higher. "Alright alright, just please let them go." You gasped out as you grabbed on to his wrist, trying to make him loosen up around your throat.

He hummed in thought before he shook his head, "Now why would I do that when I get nothing in return? I'm better off killing the both of you."

"W-wait! How about I stay behind then... Everyone needs friends you know?" You even flashed him a small smile, hoping that this deal would be enough.

"Now why would I need friends when I have other things to keep me entertained in my home," You could hear the teasing tone in his voice as he neared you. Suddenly, he released you and let you drop to the ground. "But, I guess it's a good deal. I've always wanted to have a servant." You rubbed your throat and wondered what have you done.

You glanced over at your Master Attendant before up at Boston Lobster, "So is it a deal or not? You better keep your word too." He waved his hand nonchalantly at you before turning around, his back facing you.

"It's a deal. Now say your goodbyes to that human and make it fast. You're going to bleed out soon if you don't hurry,"

It was hard saying goodbye because Boston Lobster had knocked them out. You decided to leave your weapon by their side, at least they'll know it's you. "Let's go then," you said, slowly getting up and made your way towards Boston Lobster.

Halfway there, you accidentally tripped over a small pebble and grabbed on to the sleeve of his shirt. "Getting dizzy... Need some help here you know?" Since your Master Attendant was safe now, you could be as daring as possible.

He glared down at you, pulling his hand away from you. "Help yourself, it's your fault for getting in my way," He walked a few steps away from you while you stayed on the ground, accepting your death. "...Just this once," he grumbled to himself as he marched back towards you and grabbed you by the arms.

You had a small smirk on your lips as you glanced up at him, "Maybe you're not so cold-hearted after all." you said drowsily. Boston Lobster picked you up and had you tossed over his shoulder.

"Shut the hell up. Not one word out of you," You winced and let out a groan of pain. You could hear him scoff as he continued to walk, grumbling every so often to himself about why he even took the deal. "...Why are you so heavy?"

Even though you were about to pass out, you managed to slap his back, weakly.